Ever reluctant to take on a dominant stance, Tenzin relaxed himself as the boy began to speak. Learning that his name was Silas, the monk took this time to lower himself onto his haunches. He was comfortable standing but wanted to invite Silas to relax as well. As Tenzin took in the young wolf's question, he nodded sagely. "Please, do relax," he mumbled in a low voice. Taking a calming, deep breath, the monk gesture behind him and nodded.
"Yes, Northstar Vale. We arrived a short bit ago but have been traveling very far," he said somewhat slowly, taking gentle pauses as he worked to cover his faint accent. "We are certainly open to new recruits, and you seem pleasant enough to fit nicely in," Tenzin said with a grin. He looked the boy over and tilted his head with a quizzical look. "How old are you, son?" The question was asked politely enough and Tenzin hoped it didn't sound rude in any way. The monk was used to younger wolves roaming off to explore their own path, but perhaps he just hadn't been prepared for it so soon. Silas looked to be about a year, at least; and he was large for his age!
Shifting, Tenzin motioned to Silas with his nose. "There are some things you should know before you meet the others," he said quietly, scenting the air to see if the Dragon had come to answer Silas's call as well. When the monk did not pick up the foul scent of the beast, he smiled and continued, "Aside from myself, there is a blind cleric named Dawa and a warrior named Raheerah. Dawa doesn't like to be touched, so be gentle when you approach her. Raheerah is..." As Tenzin trailed off, he hummed while he thought and finally clicked his tongue, "Ah, well, he's a warrior. Gruff by nature, but loyal." Smiling broadly, he dismissed the thoughts of the Dragon. "And you, Silas? Do you know what you'd like to be?"
